A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Unknowable
I’m expected to step to the order you’ve established
Cross no line, keep the pace
Of a pacemaker, lovingly crafted with no foreknowledge
Of the coming disaster
It could come at any time, like a phone call in the dead of night, ringing my eyes open
Like curiosity embodied, to see what happened to her
What she became
The answers to all the riddles you’ve asked yourself
But I can’t be bothered to provide an answer
Only a matter of tautology, simple, fearful and wonderful
I am.
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